The game - I'm So Wavy (Jay z Diss) + Lyrics

Lyrics: Niggas pop tags, I pop the fo-five Niggas got swag, I got the Tek-9 Niggas got cash better run it Only dubs and hundreds, I dont do fifties, nigga And I dont do 50-year-old Jiggas Off that boss black Lamborghini, interior soft crack Louis V golf hat, feelin like a Tiger I made something out of nothin like MacGuyver Started from an eighth, flipped it to a ki I got em like ay, trappin like Gucci Plus I get more green than bleu cheese And I keep a red bandana in my blue jeans So, n*gga calm your nerves, with all that absurd Far from the curb bullshit-slash-spoken word You nerd Im from the same city as Venus and Serena So dont get served Im so wavy, homie no yacht Aint no Big Pimpin on my block But Im an underground king, peace to Pimp C Catch me ridin through the hood, 20-10 Bentley You got cheese and I kill rats Translation: I still trap Now do something with that Or respond to this And with them big-ass lips You got my name in your mouth I hope it tastes like this—Ahh No homo, one more time—Ahh Thats your promo And I been hard to the core since I went solo Only man on my horse like my all-black Polo And where Im bout to go is usually a no-no But Im loco, got the camel in a chokehold Tryna son me, Im not from NYC You cant even have a child by your Destiny And I aint mean to that a shot at Bey Im blacked out like you did Free Cause Im so wavy Too hardcore to be a Jay-Z Rock more red than Weezy Baby Please say the Baby I been around for years, so bitch, dont Drake me And this is not a diss Cause I was just out in LA with Drake, bitch And no disrespect to G and Hip-Hop But n*gga Im a G and Im doing this for hip-hop And thats Yes brother, and Ye my nigga so Ima give him some advice: Get rid of Amber Rose! Ima tell you how she get down I was at Digs afterparty, sippin Cris She was whisperin to Chris Brown I seen Chris turn his head like No! Then Gold Digger came on, I pointed like, Hoe! But this aint bout her, this about Hov Ima chop down the Roc and take it to the stove I apologize to Bey, cause this about Hov Ima chop down the Roc and take it to the stove D.O.A.? No! T-Pain stays, old nigga goes Im so wavy Too hardcore to be a Jay-Z All up in your ear like Drake be So n*gga the cut Ye couldnt fade me You took a shot and the shit grazed me I wet up your block just like the Navy Put a label on the shit and write Play Me DJs go in, DJs go in Funk Flex, you my nigga. Clue, what up? DJ Enuff. I know yall cant play this shit. Its too wavy. And Jay your boy, its all good though, yall still my niggas. DJ Drama, Kay Slay, lock in. I mean, this shit so hot DJ Whoooooo Kid might spin this sh*t at 50s birthday party. DJ Skee! Khaled know we the best! Yo, Don Cannon, Cannon! I know yall niggas locked in. DJ Chris Styles! Young Legend, Nu Jerzey Devil. DJ Felli Fel! Ed Deluxe, D Man, ride this shit straight through Big Boy Neighborhood! Kid Capri, tell Hovi Hov leave that young nigga alone! I mean, DJ Red Alert, what up OG? Red Album comin soon. I see yo